Hope
Rage originating from the underground
Making these hands shake
trying to hold the air which is filled with thunder
Taking away the hopes I thought I had found
Nailing me down in despair and making me break
the promises made with myself in the early morning
Making these hands shake
trying to hold the air which is filled with thunder
Taking away the hopes I thought I had found
Nailing me down in despair and making me break
the promises made with myself in the early morning
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| Auteur: Weske | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 juni 2008 | ||
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